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Post by Hope/Aly on Jan 22, 2006 0:28:20 GMT -5
yeah that would suck...... and i'd give him a big hug.... if it wouldn't be akward......and strange......
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 22, 2006 0:29:42 GMT -5
Watch your language Hope.
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Post by Seven on Jan 22, 2006 23:37:14 GMT -5
*remains thinking for a moment before looking up* Your Majesty, you must find our arrival very strange indeed, and for that we would like to apologize, and thank you for your hospitatlity. Though our skin is fair, we are no more than your humble servants... since Allah has brought us here, it must be his wish that we serve under you. *she gives a bow, keeping her head lowered*
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Post by Renee Jacobson on Jan 23, 2006 13:39:31 GMT -5
*follows suit*
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 14:31:27 GMT -5
*does as they do*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 17:12:40 GMT -5
Erik looks to Mlle Serena, and seeing this is the only appropiate response, he turns to the Shah and translates. The Shah , young king that he is, is developing his own plans. But it is not a moment before he speaks, the Khanum, his mother, shows up. She puts her hands on his shoulders affectionately, with cold serpent eyes staring at them, as she slowly, and gently bends to his ear and whispers in a smoothe tender voice, her opinoin. She leaves just as appeared, inconspiciously. The Shah raises, and speakswith firm action. Erik obviously rolls his eyes at this obvious show of manipulation before turning to the ladies. "The shah welcomes you to his palace as his guests. I am in charge of your safety....as long as he orders it," Erik says casually, suggesting a dark future should they fall out of favor. "I shall lead you to your rooms."
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 17:31:35 GMT -5
so we arent going to die?
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 17:39:56 GMT -5
A small dark grin crosses his face," no...not yet" he stalks off, leading them to a room quite close to them should they ever need anything.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 17:40:50 GMT -5
*golps and walks after him*
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 17:48:02 GMT -5
Mya: *FOllows completely silently*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 17:50:47 GMT -5
they enter a majestically furnished room, with several large beds. Persian cloths drap around large windows, marble entracing every inch of the floors. A largeenough bath for all ladies to sit in at once (if they so pleased) in the bathroom , and even a small fountain. He turns to shut the door after the last of them.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 17:54:22 GMT -5
Pan: WOHO! BED! *Jumps on on of them*
Mya: *Looks around, goes and claims a corner*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 18:02:56 GMT -5
"Mlles, I suggest you do not make yourselves too comfortable....since the Shah wishes you for only his own pleasures and the Khanum as a toy to pry me open," Erik says bluntly.
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Post by Pan on Jan 23, 2006 18:06:22 GMT -5
Pan: .... OMG! *Falls off bed in a spaz*
Mya: *eye twitches* Well, then.... I just have to make the most of this time before I resort to killing myself..... *Takes out a thick notebook and begins writing life work*
Pan: *Twitching on the floor like a dying cockaroach*
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Post by Nadir on Jan 23, 2006 18:23:03 GMT -5
"Do behave appropiately my ladies and be grateful. If it hadn't been for your good friend bringing up Allah's will, you'd probably already be in the harlem or the slave house by now. If you cna be smart about your position...it can have advantages."
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<-- Hehe, anyone else remember the tomato monster and those ridiculous eggs? 
